By Maya Daneva

all-night vigil

I fold and unfold

my handkerchief

Maya Daneva

By Kelly Sargent

afternoon tea

in Ukraine

she has two lumps


Kelly Sargent

By Mona Bedi

home town visit

the memory of a friend

in every lane

Mona Bedi

By Mircea Moldovan

in me

an old man was born

snowdrifts

Mircea Moldovan

By Kara Knickerbocker

The secret is this—

you find morning where night left

blue ember, burning

Kara Knickerbocker

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Embers carry you

into empty morning blue

full of red, waiting

Kara Knickerbocker

By Krzysztof Kokot

parting –

can no longer be repaired

my old shoes

Krzysztof Kokot

By Monica Kakkar

cursive in slo-mo . . .

in time for henna party

yellow is falling

Monica Kakkar